Big-hearted, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Big-hearted, to the point where small feels emotionless, trying to relax, but never able to forget about it. The art of my mind doesn’t comprehend the feelings I should have.
A mental state of the unknown: — An Inconvenient Attachment
A mental state of the unknown: shadows that follow our deep sadness creep above the water, start to pour down like a waterfall— a change that none of us wants, in a mind of complete confusion.
It was a nice season. — An Inconvenient Attachment
It was a nice season. The first day we met, my stomach opened up with a billion butterflies. A sensational feeling, like no other. It lasted long, but with winter coming, they all died.
Just take it in, smile, and walk away. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Just take it in, smile, and walk away. I need to embrace compliments. I hear them every day— yes, on a continuous basis. They say the words, but I never truly feel the truth inside…
His emotion is a stone. — An Inconvenient Attachment
His emotion is a stone. Not a single teardrop! Not a single smile! Not a single emotion! Just a hard-headed person with the inability to complete tasks, with his mind as crazy as rush-hour traffic. His world is…
We met in the strangest way. — An Inconvenient Attachment
We met in the strangest way. They say love hits unexpectedly. They never said love would make me feel this warm every time. Thoughtful human, my dream human, remember: love can beat us up into a love trap.
I don’t know if feelings are the same as being jealous. — An Inconvenient Attachment
I don’t know if feelings are the same as being jealous. Feels too similar!
The art of loving someone. — An Inconvenient Attachment
The art of loving someone. A single person has turned into hating oneself. Loving someone shouldn’t be a mental illness. We fight for every day.
Backstabber, — An Inconvenient Attachment
Backstabber, my body hurts from all the pricks and scratches, trying to win your heart back. Move on, please! Just, please! I can’t walk down your path of complete lies and sorrows.
Forgive and forget. — An Inconvenient Attachment
Forgive and forget. I can’t always forget those who left the scars, but I can forgive those who left the bruises. But now I know: it’s not you. It’s me.